We all have one. A dented coffee can buried in the backyard. A cardboard shoe box tucked under the bed. A faded cigar box, the edges worn and soft with age and use. A wooden trunk hiding in a corner in the attic. Dad's footlocker in the garage or Mom's hatbox on the closet shelf.

Our treasure boxes are tied to our hearts and our individual history. They hold a tangible link to our most precious memories. A ticket stub, a button, a key, an unusual stone, a feather, a perfect seashell or maybe an old photo, faded and curling at the edges - the small things that make up our lives and bring richness into our everyday existence. An amulet that whisks the owner right back to a moment in time, a place that lives inside. A story begging to be shared. A writer's tale.